I watched Primer for the first time last night and was rather floored by it. The film has one of the slickest takes on time travel I've seen and makes no apologies for being a deliciously baffling thing. It is alive in ways that big studio films would never bother trying.

Watching this old Sesame Street clip has allowed me to unlearn counting in a nostalgic and trippy fashion. How I originally learned counting when this was on television is beyond my feeble mind's fathoming skills.

About two years ago there was an article on The Onion about Gillette, joking about the razor blade wars which had just escalated to four blades with the introduction of the Quattro by rival Schick. Awesome but fictional words were attributed to Gillette CEO James M. Kilts, "..I'm telling them to stick two more blades in there. I don't care how. Make the blades so thin they're invisible. Put some on the handle. I don't care if they have to cram the fifth blade in perpendicular to the other four, just do it!"

Enter the Gillette Fusion. That link's got a guided tour of the damn thing, so I'll leave the details light, but one of these came free in the mail today. The thing's hilarious. Five blades, dubbed a "Shaving Surface", grace the front along with the crucial "Enhanced Indicator Lubrastrip", but Gillette knows that five blades won't be enough for the faces of tomorrow. They stuck another blade, a "Precision Trimmer", on the back of the razor. Hell yes.

Regardless of the extremity of satire, humanity will rise or fall to the challenge. "Trading Spouses", I'm looking at you.